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Two weeks ago the nights were cold enough for the kiddos to be wearing their warmest jammies. One night after they'd all had their baths I lined them up on the couch and took their picture. I am such a sucker for littles in footie jammies and knowing the cool weather wouldn't last much longer I wanted to take the opportunity while I had it.
Now looking at this picture makes me a little melancholy. It seems their childhood is just as fleeting as the cold nights were. They get bigger everyday. These jammies will no longer fit them next year. Their toes will be jammed up to the front of the footies, the sleeves will barely make it to their wrists. And once again we will run out to the store to get the next biggest size.
This morning the boys wandered downstairs in their underwear, sleep still worn across their faces. They plopped down on couch next to me (and next to me, and on top of me). I closed my eyes and breathed in their warm, musty smell, willing myself to memorize it before it too changed.
I only had a few moments of peace before the boys were abuzz with questions and excitement about our weekend trip up north to the family cabin.
"We'll leave as soon as we can." I answered.
"It takes just over three hours." I reminded.
"Yes, you can take your fishing poles." I reassured.
"If you are good this morning we'll get some bakery." I bribed.
"I know you are excited but please quiet down. Grace needs her sleep." I begged.
On and on it went, my melancholy pushed to the back on my mind as I wearily answered question after question and continued to shush the boys.
I know this weekend will test my patience (just like this morning) over and over again. The car ride alone has the ability to drive me to insanity. But holding this picture in my mind should give me a nudge towards extra patience and help me remember just how fast it all goes.